User blog comment:Anobi/If I made a DMC game.../@comment-775152-20120518180021/@comment-775152-20120520194909

^_^ I definitely like how it starts, but I'm not so sold on the ending. Django's been in prison for 3 years, so he wouldn't have an apartment: He picks up all his stuff from the police evidence locker before he gets to town. Also, I don't really see Dante giving Rebellion to someone to use. It doesn't strike me as something Dante would do.

I don't think I'm as good a storyteller as you, but how about this:

"Nice job, kid," a voice says from behind him.

Django whirls around to see who just spoke to him, but sees no one.

''"But it looks like you don't have a weapon anymore, and Godzookie here isn't quite dead yet," the voice continues from another direction. "So, what're you gonna do now?"''

''Django looks back to his enemy, "Aw, hell." He looks down at the ground by his feet and notices a length of braided steel cable, most likely from some constructruction equipment that was trashed. He glances up again to see the lizard recovering from the assault. Firey magma spews from its eye as it yanks the parking meter out. and fixes its gaze on him.''

"I guess beggars can't be choosers," Django commits himself.

''He grabs the steel cable and jerks it free of the rubble. An eyehook on one end forms a convient lasso. The demon roars and charges.''

End cutscene, start boss fight. Up until now, Django's only been using firearms, but now the player is taught controls for his whip and lariat style, including how to rope environmental objects and turn them into projectiles or slam them into opponents.

End boss fight.

''Django knows he's winning, but he doesn't know how much longer he can last. He needs to catch his breath, but the lizard won't give him a moment's rest. Sensing things could go bad, fast, Dante decides it's time to jump in. Gripping Rebellion's hilt, he flings the Devil Arm end-over-end at the fire demon. Salamander doesn't see it coming, and the sword strikes him in the shoulder. Django jumps back as the lizard halts its attack, is amazed as to see a weapon spinning in the air, repeatedly slicing into the monster. Boots thumping heavily against the ground to his left announce the arrival of another.''

The newcomer, clad in a red leather jacket, turns ever so slightly to look Django in the eye, "I'll take it from here."

''"What the hell?" Django stares in bewilderment at the man, thinking "He looks just like ME!"''

''And indeed the man does, with the same platinum hair and silvery blue eyes that attracted so many taunts in the group homes Django grew up in. Django's moment of revelation is interrupted by the massive demon. It summons all of its strength and explodes in flame, knocking the spinning sword away. It lands to Django's right, slicing deep into the pavement as if showing off the elaborate skeleton relief decorating the hilt. The lizard squints at the newcomer.''

''"Sssson of Ssssspardaaaa!" it hisses with a mixture of fear and excitement, ambition glittering in its eyes.''

''It charges forward. Django prepares for another assault, but the man in the red leather jacket leaps for the roof of a nearby barber shop and the demon sharply changes its trajectory to follow. It launches itself at the man, trying to scramble onto the roof to face him. It is only partially successful, and is left tenuously clinging to the edge of the facade with one limb. It has time for only one slash of its claws before the roof collapses under the weight of the lizard's massive bulk. Django dives out of the way of the falling rubble, snatching the unearthly sword from the ground as he moves. He can instantly tell this blade is infinitely better than a parking meter.''

''"Dammit, that was my favorite shirt!" the man complains, examining the smoking rents in the cloth. The skin beneath seems untouched. He pulls the shreds of fabric from his torso and tosses them over his shoulder in disgust. "This means WAR!"''

''"Hah!" The lizard laughs from his prone position amongst the collapsed building. "And what are you going to d-"''

''But his taunt is cut short. The stranger moves so fast, he seems to teleport from atop the wrecked building to the prone demon's exposed belly. He curls his fingers into a fist and cocks his arm back. With a visceral shout and sudden, violent release, he drives his hand into the monster's chest.''

''"What! What are- urk!" The demon chokes.''

The man in red rips his hand out and holds up the lizard's still-beating heart, "You never had a chance."

Realizing his own death, the lizard gargles, "You'll pay for thisss. The princcce will-"

''He is unable to finish before his body dissintigrates into sparkling flecks of light and ash. The heart emits a warm glow, obscuring its form as it changes shape into another weapon. Like cooling glass, the new sword takes shape in the hands of the stranger. It has a strange, twisted handle and a broad, flat blade, even wider than the one of the sword Django is holding. Scarlet cracks criss-cross its obsidian surface, pulsing like a thing alive. The stranger nods at it approvingly.''

''"Not bad," Django pipes up, dusting himself off with one hand. He holds up the skeletal sword, so impossibly perfectly balanced, to show the other man, "Since you've got that shiny new sword, there wouldn't any problem if you let me have this one, right?"''

The stranger cocks his head and thinks for a second, "Actually, how about we trade? That one has... sentimental value."

Django weighs his options, and decides against angering the guy who just beat a demon with his bare hands, "All right."

''The man in red steps over to him so casually, so confidently. Django is a bit intimidates as he offers the hilt of the skeletal sword to him. The man does the same with the black broadsword, and the two exchange weapons. Like the other sword, the new one is strangely perfect, and Django can't quite understand why it feels so good in his hands.''

The stranger throws a sloppy salute, "Well, see ya 'round, kid."

''"Wait!" Django calls out.''

The other man spins on his heel and takes a few steps away.

''"Who are you? What are you?" Django persists.''

''The man ignores him and takes a flying leap, carrying him over the remaining buildings and out of sight. A shadowy figure emerges from an alleyway. An elaborate, bladed bow is slung across her back, and a mask of a coyote's face covers her own.''

''"That demon called him 'Son of Sparda'. Could he really be-?" the young woman asks the aether.''

Django whirls around to face her, "What? Do you know him?"

The young woman crouches down to pick up a few shreds of the stranger's discarded shirt, "Legends tell of a man, the child of a demon and a human, in who's veins flows the blood of the Dark Knight Sparda, the very demon who separated our two worlds. If that demon was right, then that man might just be HIM."

Django blinks at her, "Who are you? How do you know this."

"My name is not important," (Or rather, we haven't given her one yet.) She shakes her head and looks down at the torn clothing in her hand, "I have work to do."

She turns and leaves. Django is left completely baffled by the turn of events and alone amidst the devasation. He looks down the alley where the woman went, then over the rooftops where the stranger disappeared.

When she's sure she hasn't been followed, the woman holds out the strips of cloth to someone unseen. A ghostly canine specter slowly shimmers into sight and sniffs at the fabric and whuffs softly. "Remember this scent, and follow it," she commands in a gentle voice. The specter whuffs again, and the two jog off after the man in red.

The last part got a little long, didn't it? It could easily be split into two halves, though; one for the end of one mission and the other for the beginning of the next. Gameplay could pick up again with Django moving out of the ruined town.